There's clothes all over the floor
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I don't remember them being here before
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Smell of perfume isn't here, why's lipstick on the mirror?
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And still I don't understand
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No pictures left in the hall, there's three new holes in my wall
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Where the hells my credit cards, why's my wallet in the yard
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And still I don't understand
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Well now I guess I should've listened
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When you said you'd had enough
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A little trick I picked up from my father
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In one ear and out the other, whys love gotta be so tough?
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Should see the look on my face, my shit's all over the place
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Why's this happening to me, why'd you take both sets of keys?
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And still I don't understand
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Well now I guess I should've listened
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When you said you'd had enough
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A little trick I picked up from my father
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In one ear and out the other, Whys love gotta be so tough?
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Well now I guess I should've listened
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There's clothes all over my floor
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I don't remember them being here before
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There are no candles in here, lipstick still on my mirror?
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And still I don't understand
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Now I guess I should've listened
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When you said you'd had enough
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A little trick I picked up from my father
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In one ear and out the other, why must life be so tough?
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Well now I guess I should've listened
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When you said you'd had enough
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A little trick I picked up from my father
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In one ear and out the other, whys love gotta be so tough
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Should've Listened
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Nickelback |